I was just walking down the hall when I heard a shout form behind me. "Mangle!" an excited voice yelled. As I turned I realized that it was none other then my beautiful son (Baby) Foxy. I had constructed him from extra parts I had found and managed to get working. He was very fast like his grandfather, Foxy. He ran up to me screeching in joy. "Mangle, Mangle!" He yelled "I beat grandfather in a race today!" With that he collapsed into my open arms. Though he didn't need to - for we never tire anyway. Just then Foxy dashed down the hall at a blinding speed "I told you not to call me that" he bellowed My son looked up and feigned innocence "call you what?" he said looking up with wide eyes. Foxy leaned down letting the suspense grow until I was about to shout out but my son's expression stopped me, It was pure defiance. It scared me so bad I stepped back and turned away, for I would never get in a fight with those two. This time though I yelled at Foxy for being annoying, and Foxy stared at me with a strange kindness in his eyes. He couldn't like me I thought He Just Couldn't!
